Page 457 of One More Kiss

I take my time, washing her body and hair until she’s completely clean. “You were right about the exclusive treatment. Can I bring you home with me?”

When she mentions leaving, my heart lurches forward. “I wish, Vada. But you’d need a bigger suitcase for me, Henry, and Wilma. My cock and pussy go everywhere with me.”

Sitting up, she lets out the cutest laugh ever, causing the water to whoosh in the tub. Considering it’s lukewarm and soapy, I take that as our cue to get out and stand. I hand her a towel, and we dry off, and I can’t help but admire how beautiful she is, all the way down to her perfect toes.

When I think about her leaving, it just doesn’t feel right. Not at all.

And that thought scares the ever living shit out of me.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her down the hallway to my bedroom. “On the bed.”

She tilts her head at me but doesn’t hesitate.

“How do you want me?” she asks looking over her shoulder.

“You’re the guest of the hour; how about you choose.” I drop the towel to the floor as she lies on her back. I walk to my bedside table and put on a condom. My dick throbs in my hand and I know this won’t take long, but I promise to take my time.

“How’s this?” she asks lying on her back, the moonlight casting shadows across the room.

I go to her and start at her feet, kissing her ankles, her legs, the inside of her thighs, until I reach my final destination. As I taste her arousal, she runs her fingers through my hair, letting out moans that sound like music.

“Ethan,” she whispers, and my name has never sounded so good. Before she loses herself again, I move closer to her, hovering above her, my dick teasing the outside of her opening. I move slowly, taking my time as our ends meet. She gasps, her eyes closing tight.

“Oh, Vada,” I whisper across her neck, and that’s the moment I realize we’re no longer fucking, but rather, making love. When her eyes open, I know she can feel it, too. The look on her face says it all. Her mouth falls open as I give her everything I have. Eventually, Vada crumbles beneath me, and I follow soon after.

After we clean up, we lie together, both struggling for air, trying to understand what just happened. It wasn’t just sex; it was more intense, more emotional. It was like she had opened the Pandora's box that held my heart, pulled it from the shadows, and somehow, it’s still beating.

Vada’s head falls on my chest, and she’s listening to the rapid thump of my heart. I hold her in my arms, trying to enjoy it as much as I can. I know this week is coming to an end, and the truth is, I’m going to miss this. Pulling the blankets over our bodies, I stare out at the moon that’s high in the sky from the windows in my bedroom.

“I’d like you to come to the demo and showing at the studio tomorrow. It’s from eleven to five. Aunt Millie and Mama will be there, and I’d love for you to be there, too.”

She sits up and looks into my eyes. “Really? Like a public thing?”

I nod. “Of course.”

“I don’t like crowds. They make me nervous as hell,” she admits.

“Then hang around Aunt Millie. Crowds don’t like her because she’s loud and has no filter.” I laugh, but it’s the truth.

She looks as if she’s thinking about it, then gives me a big smile. “You know what, I’d love to go and watch you. I mean, if you really want me there,” she says, brushing strands of hair out of her eyes.

“It wouldn’t be the same without you. So be my guest of honor?”

She nods. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

We lie in silence, tangled together like lovers, and it feels right. My eyes are heavy, and I might fall asleep at any moment because I’m so relaxed and happy. Just as I’m drifting away, I hear Vada say something.

“I’m going to miss this. Seriously,” she mumbles softly against my chest.

“Then don’t leave,” I whisper, holding her just a little tighter. “Stay another week or month or I dunno, forever?”

She sighs, and I know she’s halfway between sleep and being awake because the words that leave her lips are completely inaudible.

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